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Speaker 1: Abigail Harper sat in the darkness alone. She had followed
Speaker 1: up some pretty strange leads, but this had to be
Speaker 1: the weirdest so far. A breeze caresses around her, as
Speaker 1: if a door had been silently opened somewhere in the distance,
Speaker 1: and then just as quickly, the breeze is gone, and
Speaker 1: in the dark barakness, she can see green eyes studying her.
Speaker 1: Somewhere from the shadows, A whisper emerges. We have found
Speaker 1: the man you seek. Was it a whisper? Did she
Speaker 1: hear it with her ears or did the words just
Speaker 1: appear in her mind? I have no idea who you mean,
Speaker 1: she said, defiantly, You know exactly who we mean. Four
Speaker 1: hooded figures separate themselves from the shadows, from their silhouette.
Speaker 1: The girl guesses they must be human, but something about
Speaker 1: them doesn't quite hold with the concept of human. Devereaux,
Speaker 1: the voice continues, he is here in the city, smiling,
Speaker 1: eber girl says, what is your interest in him or me?
Speaker 1: We have history with Devereaux. It would suit us if
Speaker 1: he was no longer here, if he was no longer anywhere.
Speaker 1: Waiting for a moment, Abigail considers whether these humans might
Speaker 1: actually be worse than Devereaux. But no, she knew that
Speaker 1: Devereux was a man that tortured and murdered her to
Speaker 1: insist her he was a demon. She knew of whatever
Speaker 1: these things were, they had never caused her any pain.
Speaker 1: So right now they were friends, or as close to
Speaker 1: friends as she might ever find in a situation like this. Okay,
Speaker 1: tell me more, she utters, repressing the earth to sound
Speaker 1: at least happy. There is a file on the table
Speaker 1: in front of you. It tells you everything you need
Speaker 1: to find him. Before the words have entered her mind,
Speaker 1: Abigail notices a manilla file on the table that she
Speaker 1: had never noticed before. In fact, she couldn't remember recalling
Speaker 1: seeing the table either. Thank you, do you want to
Speaker 1: report back? We will know the outcome, the voice said flatly.
Speaker 1: Remember Devereux is very old and very cunning. You will
Speaker 1: have to push yourself to the limits and possibly beyond them,
Speaker 1: to complete your task. Do not rely on garlic or crucifixes.
Speaker 1: You must drain him of every last remaining drop of blood.
Speaker 1: But first you must set your mind, and this might
Speaker 1: help you to do that. Without warning, a clamping sensation
Speaker 1: fixes around Abergil's head as if a large hand were
Speaker 1: clasping her temples, and then a flash of green light
Speaker 1: blinds her before it recedes, fading back into the darkness.
Speaker 1: And then there are no voices, no figures in the shadows,
Speaker 1: just Abigail sat in the dark, once again alone, with
Speaker 1: the beginnings of a fucking migraine. Fucking weirdos, she says
Speaker 1: as she stands to leave sat in her car, Abigail
Speaker 1: stares at the aging eyes in the mirror. Determination was
Speaker 1: one thing she had always had plenty of, but there
Speaker 1: was always a price to pay for it, and she
Speaker 1: was looking straight at it. The flecks of gray in
Speaker 1: her hair seemed to be spreading. The wrinkles that she
Speaker 1: once passed off as laughter lines were now etched caverns
Speaker 1: on her delicate porcelain skin. The stress of obviously pursuing
Speaker 1: her her sister's killer for years was written across her face,
Speaker 1: not to say her body. The athletic frame she had
Speaker 1: once been so proud of now sagged in all the
Speaker 1: wrong places. The long hours meant that the gym had
Speaker 1: become a forgotten luxury. Her growing cynicism at the world
Speaker 1: at large had created a trail of feld relationships. This
Speaker 1: wasn't a goal, It was a curse. God, what was
Speaker 1: she doing? Forty two years old and about to walk
Speaker 1: into the den of one of the most notorious suspected
Speaker 1: murderers in the city. A man she knew had been
Speaker 1: responsible for countless brutal murders, A man that held a
Speaker 1: vice like grip of fear over the city. A man
Speaker 1: known for his treatment of women, his tortures, passions, a
Speaker 1: man who murdered her sister. The owner of Purgatory nightclub,
Speaker 1: a den of inequity, of ever there was one specializing
Speaker 1: in bedism parties, and god knows how many other sinful activities.
Speaker 1: A man that the cops could not get a single
Speaker 1: lead on. A man that no one seemed to know
Speaker 1: anything about. He had no history, no friends, nothing. It
Speaker 1: was as if he had just appeared one day, set
Speaker 1: up a club for proverts, and become disgustingly wealthy. Lifting
Speaker 1: the Manila file from the passenger seat, Habigest stared into
Speaker 1: the emerald green height of Devereux or is he called
Speaker 1: himself now? Luca Mallam? And they stared right back at her.
Speaker 1: The notes from them had said he was seeking an
Speaker 1: assistant after his last one had disappeared? Is she really
Speaker 1: going to do this? Could she follow through the same
Speaker 1: fate as her sister since meeting whatever they were a
Speaker 1: dream to become haunted his black hair that always seemed
Speaker 1: to be unkempt, his trimmed beard, and those lips somehow,
Speaker 1: even when he smiled, there was always a tint of
Speaker 1: cruelty to it. Yeah, she found them so damn sexual.
Speaker 1: Her eyes drift closed as the dreams returned to haunt
Speaker 1: her once again, the burning sensation of his beard along
Speaker 1: her thighs, his teeth biting at that sensitive flash images
Speaker 1: of her yielding pain flooding through her body, turning to
Speaker 1: a beautiful ecstasy under the heat of his cruel touch,
Speaker 1: being tied up, bound and flogged, yielding to his desires,
Speaker 1: letting him decide her guilty pleasures. Her eyes opened, suddenly,
Speaker 1: aware of the first avalanche of pleasure moving through her body,
Speaker 1: her skirt around her waist, her hand rubbing furiously at
Speaker 1: her throbbing clt Oh, God, Abigail moans loudly as her
Speaker 1: body arches in an intense or chasm. She had no
Speaker 1: idea she was bringing on. Panting hoarsely. These strange, dark
Speaker 1: fantasies of plait has since she met with them every night,
Speaker 1: hounded by the desire to submit, to be punished, to
Speaker 1: be tormented. Why, she didn't know. She had no idea.
Speaker 1: These desires had never occupied her mind before, but right
Speaker 1: now they were all she could think of. But she
Speaker 1: was here to do a job, find a way to
Speaker 1: kill this son of a bitch, and finally maybe she
Speaker 1: might get some rest. Abigail tries to ignore the trickle
Speaker 1: of damness caressing her thighs as she had just her
Speaker 1: wet panties, and straightens her skirt. Stepping out of the car.
Speaker 1: Her legs shake a little as she stands, the feeling
Speaker 1: of standing in heels unfamiliar to her now, forcing a
Speaker 1: harsh sigh from her lips. She reminds herself, I'm here
Speaker 1: for one thing, nothing else, stealing herself to the legendary
Speaker 1: charisma that was merely feet away. Grabbing her resume from
Speaker 1: the car, perfectly written for the vacancy of personal assistant,
Speaker 1: Abigail takes a deep breath and walks towards the gothic
Speaker 1: doors that mark the entrance to Purgatory Nightclub, staring for
Speaker 1: a moment at the hideous gargoles that seemed to see
Speaker 1: straight into her soul. As she lifts her hand to
Speaker 1: pull the bell cord, she expects a resounding bell chime,
Speaker 1: maybe a large gong. What she did not expect was
Speaker 1: a small, embarrassed tinkle somewhere in the distance minutes past,
Speaker 1: not a sound from behind the hideous wooden doors. Suddenly
Speaker 1: panicking she might have the time wrong, Abigail retrieves her
Speaker 1: cell roone from the depths of her purse. Nine fifty
Speaker 1: five am, checking her schedule. Yep, the appointment was for
Speaker 1: ten am, so the role of assistant probably didn't mean
Speaker 1: a lot to him, but she thought he might have
Speaker 1: had the manners to turn up to the interview, Watching
Speaker 1: the time tick by on her phone. Ten am. Okay,
Speaker 1: she was going to sit in her car and give
Speaker 1: him fifteen minutes and then she was definitely going back
Speaker 1: home and blowing off this waste of time. Screwed Luca Mallan,
Speaker 1: screwed whatever they were. This was obviously another bum lead.
Speaker 1: But she would find him and she would kill him.
Speaker 1: Obviously not today, but she would. Fumbling for her keys
Speaker 1: in her purse, her mood did not approve. As they
Speaker 1: fall toward the ground. Suddenly they were suspended in mid air,
Speaker 1: floating on a strong hand, long fingers clasped around them tightly.
Speaker 1: You should be more careful, Missabah, a voice says, next
Speaker 1: to her ear. It must be next to her ear.
Speaker 1: She knows it must. She can feel the heat of
Speaker 1: his breath caressing her skin in such a filthy way.
Speaker 1: But the sound, the sound wasn't coming through her ears.
Speaker 1: That sound was grasping her breast, pinching her nipples, and
Speaker 1: sliding with vicious determination down her stomach and clutching her
Speaker 1: pussy so hard it forced an audible gasp from her lips.
Speaker 1: Get a grip, Abigail. It's just a voice, a voice
Speaker 1: that belongs to a normal man, with green eyes, dark hair,
Speaker 1: and those lips. Another gasp betrays her thoughts. Abigail pushes
Speaker 1: her fingernails viciously into a palm as she clenches her fist,
Speaker 1: forcing us if to regain control. As she turns on
Speaker 1: the hill, defiantly staring into those eyes, ignoring the wildfire
Speaker 1: burning between her thighs, and says, mister mallam, I'm glad
Speaker 1: you could make it, even if you are a little late,
Speaker 1: smiling as warmly as she dare, his lips twist, eventually
Speaker 1: transforming into a beautifully cruel smile. And this is why
Speaker 1: I need an assistant. If I could make sure my
Speaker 1: sorry ass was everywhere it was meant to be when
Speaker 1: it was meant to be there, Miss Harper, then we
Speaker 1: would not be speaking right now. Placing the keys in
Speaker 1: her hand before guiding her back towards the doors to Hell,
Speaker 1: his hand pressing on the smaller her back in a
Speaker 1: possessive way, the power of his thumb pressing in just
Speaker 1: such a way, all her hotspots well and truly inflamed.
Speaker 1: Pushing the door open, which, surprisingly for such a large door,
Speaker 1: it made no sound at all. Luca guided her along
Speaker 1: the corridor, releasing the pressure on her back. When they
Speaker 1: arrived at a small door in the paneled wall. Careful
Speaker 1: as you walked through. It's dark and there are stairs
Speaker 1: straight down, he whispers, so close to Ea, she could
Speaker 1: feel every nerve trembling in anticipation that he might actually
Speaker 1: kiss her neck. Desire blisters up her back at the
Speaker 1: caress of his breath, the heat of his body burning
Speaker 1: through her shirt, sending waves of erotic anticipation, rushing up
Speaker 1: and down a spine, cursing herself, she needs to shut
Speaker 1: these unwonted desires from her mind. Where the fuck did
Speaker 1: they come from? She never even imagined anything kinkier than
Speaker 1: giving a blowjob before she had met whatever they were. Now,
Speaker 1: her mind was constantly flooded with such dark desires, things
Speaker 1: she could never even have contemplated before. Her body ate
Speaker 1: for these painful delights in such a way that she
Speaker 1: just didn't know what to do. As they reached the
Speaker 1: bottom of the stone steps, he guides it to a
Speaker 1: seat on one side of a large wooden desk while
Speaker 1: he sits on the other side, studying her for a moment.
Speaker 1: He eventually asked, you know what sort of club we are?
Speaker 1: The entertainment we provide, yes, her voice stumbling over the
Speaker 1: sudden images flashing in her mind. Good. It saves a
Speaker 1: lot of explaining, he says, before standing and walking around
Speaker 1: the desk follow me. Standing and following him through a
Speaker 1: pair of heavy velvet curtains at the rear of the room,
Speaker 1: Abigail is stunned by the various bondage and torture devices
Speaker 1: that lay beyond. My customers come here for a show,
Speaker 1: he says, smirking little, and I like to give them one.
Speaker 1: His fingers linger longingly on a metal bar of one device.
Speaker 1: This is an air manacle, for example. It is so
Speaker 1: simple and yet so entertaining. So tell me, miss Harper,
Speaker 1: have you ever been manacled? His green eye is fixing
Speaker 1: on hers, as if he were staring into her soul.
Speaker 1: The imager RUPs in her mind of being manacled, a
Speaker 1: being flogged, of being fucked so hard she can barely stand. No,
Speaker 1: I haven't, Abigail whispers, her mouth dry from the desire
Speaker 1: pulsing between her thighs. His gaze holding hers, he whispers,
Speaker 1: but you want to. I can smell how much that
Speaker 1: idea turns you on. That cruel smiler erupts over his
Speaker 1: lips as he moves closer to the bar. Try it,
Speaker 1: miss Harper, he says, smiling as if knowing his words
Speaker 1: are to request, but a command that she cannot deny
Speaker 1: without knowing why. She suddenly finds her wrist pressed against
Speaker 1: a cold metal as it swings another bar over a
Speaker 1: secure as the manacles closed. Slowly, Walking behind Abigail, he
Speaker 1: leans in so close she can feel his cold breath
Speaker 1: against her neck. Darkly, he whispers, I can read your thoughts,
Speaker 1: you know, I know why you are here. He pulls
Speaker 1: hard on a rope and the manacles rise high in
Speaker 1: the air, pulling Abigail off the ground. Fear burns her
Speaker 1: her body as she suddenly realizes how vulnerable she is,
Speaker 1: trapped by this murderer. How could she have been so
Speaker 1: fucking stewid. Yet, even as that thought rubs in her mind,
Speaker 1: another one floods over it, the thought of being flogged
Speaker 1: while she hangs here, A being fluked, and there was
Speaker 1: nothing she could do about it. Of the torturous delights
Speaker 1: this man was an expert in her pussy defiantly begins
Speaker 1: to weep her pleasure, the warm caress of a desire,
Speaker 1: tracing a line down her thigh, moving her hand inside
Speaker 1: her shirt. His eyes glare a terrifying mixture of green
Speaker 1: and red as he rips the material and casts it
Speaker 1: to the floor. Her breasts exposed to the cold air
Speaker 1: of the cellar, her nipples force and too painful peaks,
Speaker 1: the desire burning through her body, making them make even harder.
Speaker 1: Plucking one finger on the front of her braw, he whispers,
Speaker 1: such beautifully formed petite breass, such a shame to hide
Speaker 1: them behind the lace. Another harsh put in her brass
Speaker 1: snaps painfully across her back. Slowly, looka traces a fingernail
Speaker 1: around her breast, the sharp pain of his now punctuated
Speaker 1: by the wildfire moving through a pussy. Slowly, he traces
Speaker 1: a single fingernail down her stomach. Under a stinging caress.
Speaker 1: Her core clutches her pussy throbs in anticipation of where
Speaker 1: that finger might go as he finds a waistband to
Speaker 1: a skirt, fingering it while he holds her gaze. With
Speaker 1: one sudden movement, he snaps her waistband and her skirt
Speaker 1: falls to the ground. Grinning maliciously, he watches her face
Speaker 1: for a moment, watches her reaction as is, and traces
Speaker 1: the line of her panties, realizing how embarrassingly where she
Speaker 1: is has. His fingers traced between her thighs and caressing
Speaker 1: the soft material of her lace, before sliding back up
Speaker 1: to her waistband again, sliding one finger inside, he rips
Speaker 1: her panties off with another sudden movement, her pussy pulsing
Speaker 1: violently as the cold air bites at her clead. She
Speaker 1: is suddenly aware of how naked and exposure is and
Speaker 1: how it turned on. She is by the whole idea
Speaker 1: of what he is doing. Where did these thoughts come from?
Speaker 1: Where did these desires? These needs? He turns and grabs
Speaker 1: a leather strap from the side, strapping it tightly around
Speaker 1: her ankle. He pulls it so it snaps shut, fixing
Speaker 1: her leg out at an awkward angle, and then the
Speaker 1: other leg to another strap, her pussy exposed to the
Speaker 1: air to this man before he returns to the rope
Speaker 1: of the manacles and lowers her a little, then tightens
Speaker 1: a rope of the feet, suspending her so she is
Speaker 1: now almost horizontal in the air, so prone, so vulnerable.
Speaker 1: Desire courses through Abigail's body as she realizes he can
Speaker 1: do anything he wants to her right now and she
Speaker 1: can't stop him, or goes silent for a moment before
Speaker 1: Abigail is shocked to feel the biting sensation of a
Speaker 1: flogger against a thigh, its coarse straps biting at her
Speaker 1: sensitive skin, her pussy responding in a beautiful symphony at
Speaker 1: the wave of wildfire moving up and down her body. Again,
Speaker 1: another thrush of the flogger, this time on the other thigh,
Speaker 1: her body feeling like electricity is burning through it, every cell,
Speaker 1: every fiber tensing in pleasure. As he moves around behind
Speaker 1: her head, pulling her hair down, he whispers, I know
Speaker 1: exactly why you're here. She moans loudly from pleasure in
Speaker 1: pain as he pulls her hair, and suddenly she feels
Speaker 1: the tip of his hard cock teezing between her lips,
Speaker 1: pushing deep into her mouth, the very tip of it
Speaker 1: pushing at the back of her throat, forcing her gag reflex,
Speaker 1: her body tensing with the pleasure coursing through her. Why
Speaker 1: the fuck will she enjoying this so much? Why did
Speaker 1: she feel on the very edge of coming just by
Speaker 1: having him fuck her mouth so hard? As he pushes
Speaker 1: deeper and deeper into her mouth, stretching her lips around
Speaker 1: his girth, she can feel him swelling, throbbing even larger
Speaker 1: in her mouth, pulsing as the first drops of pre
Speaker 1: cord drop into her throat, and then suddenly he withdraws,
Speaker 1: stepping away. He walks around her, moving between her thighs,
Speaker 1: teasing his cock along the lips of her pussy, forcing
Speaker 1: a loud mourn of desire from Amber Girl's lips. Suspended
Speaker 1: in air, she can offer no resistance, no assistance, as
Speaker 1: he hammers a heart thrust into a pussy, his fingers
Speaker 1: reaching around her nipples. He grasps her breast hard as
Speaker 1: he pulls her back into each and every thrust, fucking
Speaker 1: her deeper and deeper her body like some mechanism, just
Speaker 1: fucking his herd cock. As she feels her body trembling already,
Speaker 1: her thighs tensing, she can feel her or guess him
Speaker 1: and why why is she going to come so hard
Speaker 1: when he is doing nothing but torture her, The sensations
Speaker 1: moving through her body burning like a wildfire as she
Speaker 1: feels his cock swelling inside of her, her lips stretching
Speaker 1: around his girth as he growls deeply within his chest.
Speaker 1: His body tightens in hers titans in response, her pussy
Speaker 1: clutching at his cock, needing to come, needing that satisfaction
Speaker 1: she has needed since she first saw him. When, with
Speaker 1: the explosion of his cock inside of her, she feels
Speaker 1: her body tremble in beautiful or chasm. Her head rolls back,
Speaker 1: feeling his warm com pulsing inside of her pussy, Her
Speaker 1: own body trembling in the cool of the air, with
Speaker 1: the waves of pleasure moving up and down the skin.
Speaker 1: He withdraws seems to be pulling something heavy across the
Speaker 1: floor before he returns to her head. I know exactly
Speaker 1: who you are, miss Harper, and why you are here,
Speaker 1: he whispers, before releasing both robes. Abigail falling, winding herself
Speaker 1: as she lands hard on metal bars. He slams a
Speaker 1: cage lid shut over abbot Girl's bruised and sated body.
Speaker 1: Clicking the lock shut, Luca turns and strides towards the
Speaker 1: velvet curtains. Glancing back, he sniles, I just haven't decided
Speaker 1: what to do with you yet, so for part two, hm,
Speaker 1: you'll have to wait till next Monday. It gives you
Speaker 1: a nice little teaser of what's to come. How will
Speaker 1: she escape her metal cage? How will she get away
Speaker 1: from and kill the man that's killed her sister already? Well,
Speaker 1: you'll have to wait till next week to find out.
Speaker 1: So I look forward to seeing you again. We can
Speaker 1: get wild and bad all over again, But for now
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